My dad spent twenty years in suicidal depression, and seven of those while he was a pastor. Among other reasons related to his childhood,...

Some time ago, during the course of a conversation, a friend proceeded to tell me something she’d heard someone say about me behind my...

Recently a former pastor said to me, “I appreciate what you’re doing. I’ve been there, done that —going door-to-door, trying to get...

“This is too hard. I want to quit.” Those were the words I said to Dave last night. Even as it left my lips, I knew I didn’t mean it. I...

I wake up to grey, threatening skies and know that today is going to be “one of those” Sundays. (Isn’t it always, for us?) Ruthie has...

It was at the patients’ art show, where I saw myself, represented by one long, blue strand of yarn. “It’s called ‘Support Net,’” the art...